Rebirth

“Ka-cha!”

The heavens and the earth are white.

Gitti slowly opened her eyes, memories flowing to her heart, and she sat up, looked to all around, and only saw herself lying in the middle of a huge square, the sky clouds, lightning flashing.

Looks like it.

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Look around.

People who lie around, some know, some don’t know.

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The light is shining, and it is rarely seen as a row of houses, a circle around the square, a further distance, a vertical wall up to 10 floors, and a few more weird pieces.

“Where is this?”

Kitty muttered.

I’m bored.

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Behind there’s a noise.

Turn around.

A railway door is slowing down, coming in three people from the outside, wearing black clothes, wrapped belts, stepping on a unanimous sound, and seeing these three people, Gitti, is not nervous.

“Prison.”

Her single thought head.

This pattern.

Only prison.

Guards.

High wall.

And each and everyone’s little house, who the hell is going to do, and where is this? No one around the globe has ever found a wall on the 10th floor, and there’s no way to remember it.

“Step down!”

The three are approaching.

“Who are you?”

Giddy asked.

No one answered her, each with a plastic device, like a robbery, next to someone who fainted on the ground, arms, necks, etc., and then, like the electrical shock.

The men are awake.

Almost counting.

There

‘s almost 200 people.

“Who beat me with anesthesia?”

Somebody thought it was a prank.

“Whose neck hurts, sneak attack me?” A big African man touched his neck, went to the toilet, put his pants on, and he was knocked out, and he thought it was a prank.

Heavy punch.

Normally, the enemy is very low.

“Maurice, aren’t you in the South African training camp?”

“Kay, aren’t you in Australia?”

“…”

Soon.

People are foolish about what, how heads of the global community, as well as some action teams, are concentrated here or this way, and the last memory is sneak attack.

Fist.

anesthesia.

Medicine.

There’s all kinds of means. They’re all right.

As for Kitty.

don’t all stand up, as a dark force, except for a few heart bellies, the masters of course can’t easily see their faces, and that’s too risky, and at this point, 10 hearts around Kitty.

Silence.

At this time.

“Hello.”

The sound of a flash sound, even over the noise of more than a hundred people, instantly the scene was quiet and looked not far away, apparently with three people dressed differently.

“Congratulations, from that point on, on becoming our captive.”

That’s it.

The whole scene.

Prisoners?

Although prepared, it is difficult to accept.

“Who are you?”

“Asshole.”

“There’s an ability to talk with a fist.”

“…”

The loser loses, and the vigour starts, and many people pick up their sleeves, wherever they are, and start out, even in prison, and sometimes they survive on boxing.

“Okay.”

One person in the middle said.

And then.

Under the gods, three silhouette stormed into the crowd.

papa. ”

A slap.

One of the first people was slapped on the floor.

Dong!

A fist.

The second guy almost had a concussion.

Fight back.

Fight back.

They yelled, headed towards three people.

Boxing.

“Ka-cha.”

The pain in the bone marrow is spinning into the head, and the face is twisted.

And this.

Just start.

“Ow.”

“ka!”

“Hands off.”

“My leg.”

“Help.”

“My ribs.”

“…”

Ten minutes later.

On the square.

No one who just had the guts to punch is still standing.

A piece of mourning.

Nearly one hundred and twenty people lost combat capability and lost confidence, and they found themselves proud of fighting skills, weak as food, not enemies.

Speed.

Patience.

Techniques.

Power.

All units are crushed.

“Ow!”

Giddy sucks a deep breath of cold air, shakes his legs, one to 40, and this war damage is impossible unless it’s a thermostat against a cold weapon, by the same means, but it happens right now.

It had to be accepted.

This picture.

Too much impact.

“Relax, fractured, and I’ll take you back later, remember the identity of your prisoner, be a qualified prisoner, and be a self-aware prisoner.”

That’s it.

It

is a shame to hear.

Quality.

What’s the quality of the prisoner?

Confirmation?

It should be, defeated to such strength, no grievances.

“In the future, this is your home, a circle of houses, with numbers on it, no occupancy, and how to cope with the numbers on your back.”

– Listen.

This is why people note that there are a series of azure notes, letters and figures on their hands, and there are no more tattoos for nothing, and there are all tattoos on their body.

“The rules here are simple — listen, otherwise they’ll be seen as worthless, a worthless person, and what the consequences are, you can rectify yourself and ask Senior.”

“It was just the first time, and it was only one after another that you had done something to us, without paying for it. In the future, attacks on managers, whether winning or winning, will make it difficult for you to forget forever.”

A minute later.

“Ow.”

“Ka-cha.”

“Pain.”

“…”

In the face of people terror, three people are almost two seconds tied to their bones, light cars are familiar, and, in other words, a few big guys, how many people have you broken and how well you work?

Dayton.

It feels like they have hair stand on end.

terrfying.

too terrifying.

What the hell is this group of people, the scourge of how much they do. Shortly after that, all have regained their operational capacity and, although hidden, know that there is no further obstacle.

Stand up.

They

look at three people with complex eyes.

Mythology.

If

this goes out, no one’s gonna believe it.

“Three men in line, back up, down, down, down, down, down, down.” As Gitti is a woman, naturally, there are many women in heavy fists, especially at Headquarters, and there are nearly 60 on the scene.

It

‘s all orphans.

No, no, no.

Otherwise.

Who did this job with his life?

Right now.

No one dares to question it, standing in three rows, Kitty standing in the middle of the team, not looking at it, and then the three rows went out with three people and went out and saw the other scenes.

A long way.

Nearly a mile long.

Two sides.

It’s the same design, the middle square, the surrounding room, and it’s estimated that the square is a breeze for them, and at this point the rest of the area is not empty, but a light.

The gate fence.

A lot of people look around.

Wear blue. Prisoner’s uniform?

Like yes.

“There’s a new man coming.”

“Much better.”

“I don’t know what kind of bad organization it was, it got into these monster, and it was a pan of people.”

“Poor thing.”

“…”

The sense of superiority as‘ forefathers’ makes them forget that they are one of them.